court king

Chapter 95 News of Returning to China
December [-], Milan, Italy.

Wang Feng lay leisurely on the sofa, watching the news on the FT website on his mobile phone.

And Wang Liang was sitting at the desk, his fingers were flying on the computer keyboard.

In yesterday's selection activity, the selection of six people did not end until one o'clock in the afternoon.

Although there are very few U23 players, only 23, according to Gattuso's arrangement, U23 is playing a training game, which is a bit time-consuming.

On the FT website, Wang Feng's worth has reached 3100 million euros.

Although Wang Feng has no competitions or endorsements these days, his worth will still increase slightly.

At this time, Wang Liang was still typing, he didn't know what he was talking about with the managers of other teams, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Wang Liang directly picked up the phone. This phone is an overseas call, and it still starts with "1".

Wang Liang connected the phone, and a voice came directly from the other side, still in Chinese: "Hello, is this Mr. Wang Feng who is currently playing for AC Milan Football Club?"

Wang Liang was still a little unfamiliar with this voice.

He raised a little vigilance.

——After all, what they are most afraid of now is harassing phone calls.

Wang Feng and Wang Liang exchanged phone cards, and Wang Liang came to help Wang Feng reject these harassing calls.

"May I ask who you are?" Wang Liang asked with some vigilance.

There was a burst of laughter, and then the voice rang again: "You don't have to worry about this, we are authorized by China, and we are not any salesmen or liars. If you don't believe me, you can look up my name: Gao Hongbo."

At this time, Wang Liang's phone suddenly fell to the ground, and he stood up directly, sliding and kneeling on the ground!
"The Chinese team! The Chinese team is looking for you! The Chinese team! Gao Hongbo called you personally!" Wang Liang shouted excitedly.

Wang Feng's eyes widened: Is this really the case?I was not so excited, but Wang Liang was on the verge of crying!
Wang Feng smiled, looked at Wang Liang, then stood up directly, ran two steps forward, turned around, and shouted in English: "GOAL!!"

Wang Liang hugged Wang Feng, the phone dropped to the ground, and the voice of "Hey Hey Hey" kept coming from there.

After cheering for a while, Wang Liang picked up the phone again, regained his composure, and asked, "I'm his manager. Would you like to..."

At this time, Wang Liang received a message on his mobile phone, which was a message about an airline ticket.

"The Asian Cup qualifiers are about to begin. We would like to invite you to return to China and play with the Chinese team in the Asian Cup qualifiers. Our goal this time: to win the championship!" Gao Hongbo said with great momentum.

Although it is a bit difficult to win the Asian Cup, at least it can be tried.

Wang Liang nodded, and then began to look at the tickets.

The Chinese team was more considerate and booked two tickets at once, one for Wang Feng and one for Wang Liang.

"The qualifiers don't seem to start until January..." Wang Liang glanced at the national football Asian Cup schedule on the computer and said.

"Yes, you came here today for a short break in China for a few days to get in touch with the team. Then, there will be a few friendly matches. After these friendly matches are almost over, you will go back to Italy to play two Serie A games, and you will be in the Asian Cup." Gao Hongbo said. After Wang Liang nodded, he called Wang Feng, and the two walked directly towards the office building of AC Milan Football Club.

As soon as Wang Feng went downstairs, a group of reporters swarmed in.

Wang Feng quickly shuttled through the crowd and walked directly into the AC Milan football club.

……

December [-], China BJ.

Wang Feng is standing at the gate of the training base of the Chinese national football team.

The door is slowly opening.Wang Feng pulled the suitcase and walked directly into the training base.

The training base is divided into two areas, one for men's football and one for women's football.

Wang Feng walked directly towards the training base of the men's football team on the left.

It was still eight o'clock in the morning, the training hadn't started yet, and there was still half an hour left, but there were already some players standing on the court.

Wang Feng came to the coach's office on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A loud voice came from inside the door.

Wang Feng slowly pushed the door open, dragged the suitcase and walked into Gao Hongbo's office.

Wang Feng dressed more leisurely today, just wearing a down jacket and a mask.

Gao Hongbo stood up from the office chair, shook hands with Wang Feng, and motioned for Wang Feng to sit down.

After Wang Feng sat down slowly, Gao Hongbo immediately began to discuss some related matters with Wang Feng.

"Where is your agent?" Gao Hongbo asked, after all, some agreements need to be approved by an agent.

"I'm alone today, and my agent is looking for a hotel. After all, you know, BJ's hotel is more difficult to find." Wang Feng said.

"Okay." Gao Hongbo nodded, then directly took out an agreement from his drawer, and handed it to Wang Feng.

"We wanted to come up with a relatively long signing period: 12 years. Although this may be an exaggeration, it is indeed our decision. The dividend for each game is about 2%."

Wang Feng glanced at such an agreement, 12 years is indeed a bit long for him.

Although 12 years, for him, his career has not come to an end, but Wang Feng absolutely needs to hesitate to play for the Chinese team for 12 years.

After all, sometimes people regret it.

What if the Chinese team gets worse and worse?What if the Chinese team becomes an "insult to modern football" in the end?
First of all, Wang Feng definitely has to face the curses of the fans.

Secondly, this will also have a significant impact on Wang Feng's career.

Even on Baidu, Wang Feng's "national team career" will appear in this column.

After all everyone wants a flawless career and everyone doesn't want flaws in their career.

"The liquidated damages are 5000 million euros." Gao Hongbo said, and Wang Feng nodded. The price was quite reasonable, which gave Wang Feng a chance to go back on his word.

"Next, we need to talk about a more important question: what number do you want to play in the team?" Wang Feng thought for a moment, looked at the blank part of the contract, and at the same time looked at the current number list of the Chinese team.

"I want to play No. 11. It seems that the Chinese team doesn't have No. 11 yet?" Wang Feng said.

The number 11 is the number he has been calling from Genbao to AC Milan, and he has not changed it so far. It can be said that this number is of great significance to Wang Feng.

"Hao Junmin just quit the national team because of his age, and the number 11 is temporarily vacant." After Gao Hongbo finished speaking, Wang Feng immediately signed the contract and handed it to Gao Hongbo.

"Happy cooperation." Gao Hongbo nodded, wrote down the order form for jerseys on the computer, and then Wang Feng turned and left his office.

(End of this chapter)